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Harvey Dent / Two-Face ([personal profile] dualistic) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-08-17 02:12 pm

Night 65: Underground Lake

[From here.]

This was all becoming a bit stale.

Especially the feeling of nausea that came with the transport. Harvey didn't want to think too hard on the implications of that. Just what exactly was done to their bodies when they were moved around like that? It couldn't be natural in any sense of the word, but it still beat trying to get down here the normal way.

His only real consolation was that he couldn't smell anything too well down here. It was a shame that they couldn't just keep on giving up that sense, but even Harvey realized how that wouldn't be "fair" according to Landel's rules. What really wasn't fair was the fact that they'd all been stuck in this place for weeks now, but...

Even he started to get sick of his own complaining, so he left it at that.

Once the other two seemed to have recovered, Harvey nodded toward the docks. "We know the drill by now, right? Let's make this quick." He needed to enjoy his voice while he had it, if that's what he was giving up.
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[personal profile] toxicspiderman 2012-09-07 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"You think there's more to it?" S.T. almost smacked himself. Yes or no questions only for Harvey. Pantomime got old in third grade.

He didn't bother to try to see if Harvey was answering. Instead, he shrugged, and turned to Scott. "Devil we know or new and exciting ways to die?"
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[personal profile] vstheworld 2012-09-07 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Scott had been just about to say to the skeleton's first point that yeah, Landel would probably give orders exactly like that, and more likely than that, there would be some sort of traumatic shadow creature or random portal or sea gnome or whatever snapping right at their heels after them. Honestly, the fact that S.T. had gotten away with just getting drenched in dead juice was kind of a miracle, all things considered.

If they were going to keep up that kind of luck, Scott could only see one answer to S.T.'s question when they reached the doors. "Devil we know. Definitely devil we know," he answered, following Harvey's gesture and starting to open the same door from the previous night. "We know we won't die once we get to the end of this one, so that's at least five more minutes we can be guaranteed to stay breathing tonight." Provided there was a way out of that pool of water once they got to that point, anyway. Fingers crossed.

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